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| i've been so happy lately that i haven't had a reason to update. i usually use my xanga to vent. i write my crazy ramblings and poems. i write my bullshit that i can't talk to anyone else about.
rob and i broke up. it's been on and off for two years. blogs ranting about my feelings toward him. well, it's over. i'm going to pick up my pieces, and get over it. i'm not dead. my heart is still beating. maybe a little slower, but nonetheless, it's beating. whatever. we should have kept trying. | | |
| we went out walking four days straight
without ever feeling true restraint.
over well traveled highways,
and simple crafted byways,
through mud and high drifting snow. we walked over roads and picket fences,
buried in ice and cold embraces
you burned out eternity's light
with one look in your eye.
the glance i knew from days before
it's simplistic yet leaves you wanting more.
so now on the eve of this dim lit morning
i'm left destine to lonely wide eyed wandering
walking sideways through this forest for you.
catastrophe stricken creatures
they rest alone, unaware of what to do. our walk was impressive to say the least
eventually you realize who you need to keep,
then existing becomes easier. | | |
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| my truest feelings end up on my computer screen every once and a while. hardy anyone i know is aware of the fact that i use xanga, and quite frankly i like it that way. there is just some stuff that you can't tell the people closest to you, but you can easily spill everything you feel to complete strangers. i keep most things to myself. i find it easier to cope with my feelings without having someone elses input to fuck up my way of thinking. their words are just tentacles that get in my way. | | |
| just nod your head if your mind's been changed;
shake it, love, if some hope remains.
just say the word and of course i'll stay.
roll your eyes and i'll go away.
just please don't leave me guessing,
just please don't leave me waiting.
»bright eyes - messenger bird's song« | | |
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